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briandakaram:

"Cartas a Chepita" — Jaime Sabines

briandakaram:

"Cartas a Chepita"
— Jaime Sabines

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a-nz:

‘Nirvana’ A poem by Charles Bukowski, read by Tom Waits

Tom Waits: Orphans: Brawlers, Bawlers & Bastards (2006) >  Bastards (disc 3)

 

Not much chance, completely cut loose from purpose,

he was a young man riding a bus through North Carolina on the way to somewhere.

And it began to snow. And the bus stopped at a little cafe in the hills and the passengers entered.
And he sat at the counter with the others, and he ordered, the food arrived.
And the meal was particularly good.
And the coffee. The waitress was unlike the women he had known.
She was unaffected, and there was a natural humor which came from her.
And the fry cook said crazy things.
And the dishwasher in back laughed a good clean pleasant laugh. And the young man watched the snow through the window.
And he wanted to stay in that cafe forever.
The curious feeling swam through him that everything was beautiful there.
And it would always stay beautiful there. And then the bus driver told the passengers that it was time to board.
And the young man thought: “I’ll just stay here, I’ll just stay here.”
And then he rose and he followed the others into the bus.
He found his seat and looked at the cafe through the window.
And then the bus moved off, down a curve, downward, out of the hills. And the young man looked straight forward.
And he heard the other passengers speaking of other things,
or they were reading or trying to sleep.
And they hadn’t noticed the magic.
And the young man put his head to one side,
closed his eyes, and pretended to sleep. There was nothing else to do,
just to listen to the sound of the engine,
and the sound of the tires
in the snow.

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pooryorickentertainment:

Illustration by Chris AyersIt’s possible that the source of Hal’s mental deterioration is revealed as early as page 10 of Infinite Jest, as Hal recalls an afternoon when he ate a handful of mold growing in the basement of their house. It has also been theorized that this mold may be in some way connected to the DMZ drug that factors into the plot in later chapters. Long time followers of this blog may also notice that this is the first time I have posted any original art in a very long time. I’ve been sitting on this idea for awhile and wanted to publish for the blog’s 2 year anniversary. If you have any requests for things in Infinite Jest that you would like to see illustrated, please post them on the Poor Yorick Entertainment Facebook Page.

pooryorickentertainment:

Illustration by Chris Ayers

It’s possible that the source of Hal’s mental deterioration is revealed as early as page 10 of Infinite Jest, as Hal recalls an afternoon when he ate a handful of mold growing in the basement of their house. It has also been theorized that this mold may be in some way connected to the DMZ drug that factors into the plot in later chapters.

Long time followers of this blog may also notice that this is the first time I have posted any original art in a very long time. I’ve been sitting on this idea for awhile and wanted to publish for the blog’s 2 year anniversary.

If you have any requests for things in Infinite Jest that you would like to see illustrated, please post them on the Poor Yorick Entertainment Facebook Page.

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lillianmaxwell:











Bunny Bread: 2-1/2 to 3 cups all-purpose flour2 tablespoons sugar1 package (1/4 ounce) active dry yeast1 teaspoon salt1 cup (8 ounces) sour cream1/4 cup water2 tablespoons butter1 eggPut the butter, the sour cream and water in a small saucepan and heat, but do not cook. Cool to tepid then add the remaining ingredients. Put in a kneader. If thick add more water. Let it rise double and cut into 16 equal parts.Baking tray lined with baking paper and cut the ears with scissors.Then, the eyes can be put, such as pepper grains.Bake at 375° for about 10 minutes or until golden brown.











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*//0//* I-I’m totally making this this week!!

puddin-princess:

coelasquid:

lillianmaxwell:

Bunny Bread: 
2-1/2 to 3 cups all-purpose flour
2 tablespoons sugar
1 package (1/4 ounce) active dry yeast
1 teaspoon salt
1 cup (8 ounces) sour cream
1/4 cup water
2 tablespoons butter
1 egg

Put the butter, the sour cream and water in a small saucepan and heat, but do not cook. Cool to tepid then add the remaining ingredients. Put in a kneader. If thick add more water. 
Let it rise double and cut into 16 equal parts.
Baking tray lined with baking paper and cut the ears with scissors.
Then, the eyes can be put, such as pepper grains.

Bake at 375° for about 10 minutes or until golden brown.

ooooh nooooo

*//0//* I-I’m totally making this this week!!

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nybooks:

“The experience of addiction and recovery allows Wallace to be able to imagine a situation—a type of private experience—in which dropping one’s self-protective ironic stance might be a pressing matter of survival. Through the stories of his addicted characters in Infinite Jest, Wallace dramatizes the moral urgency of simplicity and sincerity, and the potential hazards of overintellectualization and cynicism.”
Elaine Blair on the life and work of David Foster Wallace

nybooks:

“The experience of addiction and recovery allows Wallace to be able to imagine a situation—a type of private experience—in which dropping one’s self-protective ironic stance might be a pressing matter of survival. Through the stories of his addicted characters in Infinite Jest, Wallace dramatizes the moral urgency of simplicity and sincerity, and the potential hazards of overintellectualization and cynicism.”

Elaine Blair on the life and work of David Foster Wallace

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"A translator is a professional schizophrenic, continuously wandering on the edge, risking his sanity in the crashing zone of two languages and two cultures. He is operating in an elevated state of mind, as if in trance––indeed, it is a creative trance, a state of bipolarity, of being at two places simultaneously, moving parallel in two worlds. In this sense, he is an exotic stranger, an itinerant of the ever-growing literary world. Invisibly, condemned to solitude, he enters this atypical state of awareness, becomes a trance-later."

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rocknrollstarr:

Beatles Cartoons!

rocknrollstarr:

Beatles Cartoons!

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